The White Moonlight Is Done with It

When I returned from studying abroad,

Chi Zhoubai already had a pure, delicate little white flower by his side, one who looked a lot like me.

Everyone in the capital's elite circle knew she was my stand-in.

But Chi Zhoubai had already fallen in love with my replacement.

Later, at their wedding, he was the groom who fled on the spot, making headlines across the city.

Chi Zhoubai knelt before me, weeping until his voice turned hoarse, begging me to love him one more time.

I smiled and linked my arm through his uncle's.

"Dear nephew, why are you crying so bitterly?" I said with a smile.